If you live in the DC area and take public transportation, you’ve probably seen the hundreds of Lincoln movie posters plastered all over the insides of select Metro stations. And when I say “all over,” I mean “all over every available flat surface.” The posters mainly consist of Abraham Lincoln’s real-life (or maybe imagined-to-be-real-life) quotations and Daniel Day-Lewis’ face. They are impossible to ignore.

This strip is based on a misunderstanding my son has about what ghosts say. He thinks they all say “Boom!” but I had to explain to him that most ghosts actually say “Boo!” and that only exploding ghosts say “Boom!” He’s only four, of course, so he hasn’t really encountered ghosts of many varieties. And of course, according to an earlier strip, most ghosts are kids under bedsheets, anyway.

Today’s strip is based on a joke you may have heard before: Two muffins are baking in an oven. The first muffin turns to the second and says, “Is is hot in here, or is it just me?” And the second muffin says, “Holy shit, a talking muffin!”

If you hadn’t heard that joke before, I’ve just added muffiny richness to your joke repertoire. You’re welcome.

Originally, last week’s comic was going to contain both the witches AND the results of their potion, but the idea was too long to put into a single strip. So I split it up. Also, I have no idea why I decided to draw a kitten in Winslow’s pants. It just felt like the right thing to do, you know? Winslow likes cats, so I don’t think he really minds.

This whole scenario is a problem waiting to happen. Winslow should not have gone to witches for help with his relationship hangups, and he sure as hell shouldn’t have given them Little Winslow as payment. I don’t know who’s in more trouble: Winslow, or the witches. Because everyone knows Little Winslow has the upper hand here. He’s a bundle of amazing in a tiny package!